JazzPatel-04

Everybody always complains that they hate school- that it's boring and pointless and they can't wait for it to be over.  Call me crazy, but school is one of my favorite things.  It's an escape from my house and all the shit that I have to deal with day to day.  Our school isn't really that big so everyone knows everyone there and all of the teachers are great; for the most part, we are like a family to each other.  They are the people who pull me by with everything and I couldn't have asked for better classmates or teachers.  However, there are some students that I wish I could just throw off of a cliff so the world would be an entirely bette

We create our own happiness; I believe it is something we create. Nobody can take it from us, or give it to us, unless we let them do so. I want you to know, whoever may be reading this, that you deserve only happiness; nothing less or nothing more. It's okay to be sad sometimes. Everyone gets down. Don't let whatever caused your grief be the cause of your loss of happiness. "There's only a rainbow after rain, the sun will always come again."

It hurts, you know. Seeing you about town, your arms drapped around her smiling face. She's lucky, she doesn't see how. She's got the best, but does she know what's next? Hurt. It'll come. She'll give you all her love and you'll give her none, none of yours. Your face lights up the room. You walk in and everyone has to turn their heads. She's clinging to your arm, bragging about you to all her silly friends. Does she know you're bragging about someone else, instead? Love is patient. Love is kind. Every time a girl's heart is broken, it happens to you times nine. Pitiful, that's how I see it; your eyes take my b